The Realist (The Vers Podcast #3) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vers Podcast Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“It’s not in my DNA not to worry about these things.”

“I’m not your responsibility.”

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “No, I guess you’re not. Keep me posted.”

And I knew that was that, at least for tonight.

When we finished the dishes, he grabbed a towel and gave it to me. “My hero,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. I dried my hands before giving it back to him. Even in that, he was a gentleman. He’d passed it to me before using it himself. If I were the swooning sort, Marcus would make me do it often.

I leaned against the counter, with Marcus standing right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his beautiful skin.

“You don’t go out much,” he said unexpectedly.

“How do you know? I’ve only been living here for a week.” Marcus shrugged, not explaining himself. But the truth was, he was right. “I work a lot, and mostly use an app when I want to fuck someone. I have to admit I usually would have done that already, but the only person I want to fuck right now is standing in front of me.”

If my words got to him, Marcus didn’t show it. Whatever he was feeling at the moment, he was trying to hide and succeeding.

“Did you fuck Archer?”

“Jealous?” I countered.

He shrugged.

“No.”

“Friends?” He raised his hand and cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.

“There are people I chill with, but nothing like you have, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m…a lot for most people, but I’m damn sure not going to change who I am for others. I like me.” At some point, he’d moved even closer, pressing his hard, thick cock against me and making lust coil deep in my gut. “You got me a gift,” I said, pushing into him so he knew I meant his dick. “I want it. Are you going to let me have it, or are we going to keep dancing around how much we want each other? Who knows how much time we’ll have.” Which was true. At least a couple of months, but that wasn’t forever.

“You’re the most frustrating guy I’ve ever met.”

“Because you want me more than anyone else?”

“It’ll just be sex. That’s all I have to offer.”

“Keepin’ it real like always, huh? But who said I wanted more? Or that I have more to offer you? I want to have sex with you, Marcus. I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. Hell, I’m not even asking you for monogamy. Just your dick. Could be a fun way to spend our time until I move.”

Before I had the chance to wrap my head around what was happening, Marcus’s mouth slammed down on mine. He kissed the way he did everything—completely in control—skilled and measured like he was a world-renowned expert. I wasn’t embarrassed of how I whimpered when his tongue took possession of my mouth, his hard body the most delicious pressure against mine.

I shoved my hand between us, rubbed his thick cock that I couldn’t wait to play with. Marcus held me with one hand on either side of my face while his tongue took what it wanted from my mouth.

“Where are you going?” I asked when he pulled back, but his eyes were filled with the same hungry desire I felt for him.

Marcus grabbed the bottom of my shirt, so I lifted my arms and let him take it off. He bent forward, lashing his tongue over one of my pierced nipples before using his teeth to gently tug on the barbell there.

“Fuuuuck.” I clutched the back of his head, his short hair prickly against my palm as I held him there, pushed him closer so he could keep tormenting my nipple with his mouth. My cock throbbed. I was pretty sure all the blood in my whole body had collected there and I was going to die from the world’s hardest erection.

I continued to rub his dick with my right hand, wishing he were naked so I could taste him. When my left loosened on his head, Marcus pulled back. “Go to my room.”

“Now this is one of those times you’re allowed to be bossy to me.”

“Finally, a time when you’ll listen,” he teased.

“Oh, I’ll still only obey when I want to. But that’s part of the fun, right?”

He smiled, maybe the biggest smile I’d ever seen from Marcus, and damned if it didn’t make him even sexier. “You’re a handful.”

“So are you.” I palmed his dick again but then said, “Race you to your room,” and took off for the stairs.

Marcus didn’t run, though. I turned and watched him slowly stalk after me. I didn’t figure Marcus rushed for anyone. He did everything at his own pace.

As soon as I got to his room, I pulled off my shorts and underwear as I took in the space. His whole house was bougie as shit, but his bedroom was like his fucking palace.


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